Poetry – Page 12 – SIMPLE WORLD

African Days Vision

In five years,

Sipping kunu, no processed drinks

Just sunshine, close to the beach

Possibly Cape Town?

Uganda or maybe suburban Lekki?

In five years,

Sitting, newspaper flipping

Tilapia on burner,

sizzling,

getting flipped

Beautiful music played on vinyl

King Sunny Ade, high life soaking

In five years,

I picture myself blessed with love

Away from the towers and rusts

Back home in huts and on red soils

Savannah nights experienced daily,

Freely, and

brightly

The Only Answer

Did you enjoy your time there?

Every moment spent wallowing

Fighting without a thread of control

Trying to find any shed of light

Even when you looked within

Nothing there

Ghost!

All that self-mastery left empty

Only finding out the hole had more space

Realizing at that dreadful time

Prayer was all your broken soul ever needed

Special Moments

Very rare,

the light shines

from the outside

Even rarer,

when the outside remains

through the barbed wire

When the heat rages
I quickly change my tone
to adapt and survive
my skin I keep the same
Black! All year round

African tales painted into motion canvasses
Black, red and bleak
Poverty, war and famine: usual suspects
all compacted into one long stretched out scene
Though,
I must yarn these swing reels
all ring out: hollow vessels

When surrounding a table,
under moonlit nights,
crime acts commenced
greedy monkeys and neck stretching ostriches sit and devise: revising.
Plans; schemes of
dividing the people’s wealth
hiding the people’s future
wringing puppets for decorated leaders
deep pockets, devil smiles:
going far beyond yonder
Their eyes full and brim with deceit
All staged, perfectly primed for a proper western lens
Though, somehow always missed by the Favreau’s

Yes, I gats yarn
Man must yarn
The world has moved, the jungle too
Black suited, the lions still roam and rule: white teeth glaring, baring
The world has picked up pace, the jungle also
Yet, we of the Africa lands are trapped,
held hostage to only show side-face: our death first

forthcoming dreams // shakara time

And at that stricken time
when the peace hour strikes soul
cold chills of winter long gone
blocked river pores shedding out water
birds of deep blue spring now awakened
I pray then, I recollect my sky bound thoughts;
my dreams of making it in America: accomplished

Wen dust don comot
Person gats see well well
I mean wen person body don free
Free from casala, ah last
Why den i no go shakara?
Abeg tell me why?
Tell me why man no go flex
Abeg tell me why?
Tell my why man no go shakara

by the fire

swam across
into a deep well
Mushrooms for color
Black and white sight
Illuminating
Men and women
Red and spades
By the fire
I see them
Dancing
United under black clouds
I see them
Brown skin splashing with fire
Shinning pure gold
Spinning wheels
I see them
Round round
I circle through time
Burning bush
Plants for breathing
Through the lands
I see my fathers people
By the fire
Wrapped comfortably by blue

sky wall//forest crossing

Tying melodic knots
Interwined by destiny
Sealed by fingerprints
I remain high
Knowing my fate
Up here
The pain rides slower
So i glide better
Ever so much
Better than i ever did
These old colors
feel new in beating red

Old fashion tusks
Stained with bullets scars
My rough skin wades
Lighter with each pull
I stand tall, falling deep within

Mammoth, mammoth being
I call you
Do you not see them?
Why have you refused to not move?
There you stand receiving all
Bullet holes filled with forced pain
Yet you dance
Raising earth and dust
Your enchanting foot steps
leaves me doing the same jivving here on cloud dust
as i look down onto you
with my peace of mind

Galatic High

Smoke some
Easy there
Brooms? sure
Tag out, peel in
Try it
Life is short, right?
Free your mind
Cave in
Shout out
Trippy zeals
Hyyer plains
Sky beyond
Stars tip felt
All within a reach
By the mountain
Fountain dip
Spring youth
Up and up
you can go
till your heart melts
and soul walks
life kissed
Devil eyes
Angelic calm
Red sea divided
Rocks on,
Whisky and Danielle
Up this plato
Slurped words rests
Peace on shoulder
Worries peering
life aches too
For now
Hyyer and Hyyer we go